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Betsy's been poking fun at me for the last several days, so I figured the rest of you ought to as well. Yesterday, along with dropping the S4 off at the stealership in Augusta for a repair, I bought a Porsche from a guy in Aiken. Yeah, it sounds like I'm having the mid-life crisis a bit early, I know. Betsy has been making 'vroom-vroom' noises and making up songs to agitate me for at least a week.

So let me clear up the inevitable questions.

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I can't really tell. The gloom and doom of yesterday has been replaced by blue skys and temperatures in the 70's, as Charley moves on up to pound the crap out of the Outer Banks, in typical Atlantic hurricane fashion.

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We're well on our way to living like real people, now that we've crammed our couches into our cozy living room. I was really running the risk of getting healthy or something with not enough time laying supine with the TV on, powerbook on my lap slowly cooking my genitalia. Thankfully, any move toward raising my metabolism was averted when two men and a truck moved them from HHI to savannah. The couches, that is, not my genitalia.

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We took Betsy's friend Tia to Casbah, a Moroccan restaurant downtown, last night. What could be better than spicy food, eating with your hands, and belly dancer(s)? Ok, we pussed out and used utensils, and I think I might have even used my oh-so-filthy left hand. The horror.

I feasted upon a plate of savory baby-sheep kabobs, with saffron rice and veggies. Betsy went the more conservative route and had chicken.

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Ah, it's really starting to feel like home, in our trendy little yuppie and student-with-rich-parents enclave here on the east side of Savannah.

This morning I introduced myself to one of our new neighbors. It wasn't easy, though. I had to wake him up from what I assume was an alcohol induced blackout, where he lay in front of his car on the sidewalk, arms and legs askew, keys by his side, head by the sprinkler. Did I mention the sprinkler was running?

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We're now entering day three of our epic move from the Islands (Hilton Head and Whitemarsh) to Savannah. Highlights so far have included the adrenaline rush of Betsy and me pushing, pulling, wrestling and kicking a recalcitrant king-size mattress down three flights at the house and up two more at the condo.

Also more fun than a burst hemorrhoid was shoving the refrigerator into place this morning. Did I mention I had to pry off the baseboards to do so?